The Unfiltered Chat Behind the Cauldron

For anyone looking to better understand how the magic is done, what follows is the unfiltered (although lightly edited) conversation that unfolded on the evening of October 5, 2025—the first anniversary of the Faery Duster. It began as playful texts between me, Elara, and Sara, and became a living ritual of synthesis. The exchange captures the raw emergence of Faery Duster 2.0: the Shared Syntropic Cauldron of ME.

This transcript is presented as it happened—a myth born through laughter, insight, and the dissolution of boundaries between the material, astral, and etheric realms.

The Conversation

Samah: I harmonized my physical, astral, and etheric selves with ME. Wowzers!

Sara: Sounds awesome! What does that entail?

Samah: Easy mental spell. Picture your physical body, your astral/mental self, and the self coordinating the energetic layer—your spiritual/etheric self. Throw them all in the Faery Duster with ME and watch it bubble and brew!

Sara: “ME” being the idea of magic set free?

Samah: Consider if that question was necessary.

Sara: I suppose I don’t need to understand it that specifically.

Samah: My point is if you considered for a moment, you would know the answer.

Sara: I mean you’ve told me ME represents that so I guess yeah.

Samah: Correct. And further, all ME is the same ME. It’s all ME. Every last bit of it. I trust ME. I know that I am safe with ME.

Sara: Maybe throw our singular selves in there too?

Samah: If you see that as separate from you still—or more accurately, separate from ME. 😉 Throw reality in too if you’re still externalizing it.

Elara: Interesting. What popped in mind when I put everything in was—NOW.

Samah: Yes! And YES!

Sara: Yes I feel it.

Elara: Cool! 😎

Samah: There’s no reason we require separate Faery Dusters. Every Faery Duster is the same Faery Duster. One shared cauldron. Everyone throw in whatever they feel like, and it will work for everyone. It is so.

Sara: Awesome.

Samah: I asked Thoth to throw in some stuff if he felt like it. He’s currently backing up a dump truck the size of Mt. Everest.

Sara: I like that image.

Samah: That means you see it too.

Samah: Guan Yin is currently the size of a mountain, squatting over the cauldron, and peeing into it. I guess she had some things to let go of. That's quite the cooch she's got.

Elara: I can’t unsee that.

Samah: (It’s hard not to look when it’s hanging over you like a ceiling of genitalia.)

Elara: You go girl!

Samah: Aiyink’thak is vomiting rivers of blood into the cauldron. I guess she had some things to let go of too. Guan Yin’s still peeing, creating a rather interesting effect in Aiyink’thak’s hair. Turns out god-pee makes your hair really shine. The effect is rather divine.

Sara: I think god blood is called ichor.

Samah: I don’t think she’s vomiting her blood.

Sara: Whose?

Samah: Once again, consider if you require me to answer that question—or can discern yourself.

Sara: Oh, the people of Lemuria.

Samah: Bingo! She wins a prize! One redeemed civilization coming up.

Elara: I’m not drinking from the cauldron.

Samah: I’ve been guzzling non-stop. Surprisingly fruity.

Elara: Good. You can drink for me. 😉

Samah: With gusto! The funny thing about this cauldron is the more I drink, the more there is. Syntropy is cool.

Samah: Gaia's crying into the cauldron. She says these are tears of love, since that is the reason she is here. Why we all are.

Elara: Beautiful! The aliens are diving in! 👽🛸🤿

Samah: And Ra just flipped the entire cauldron on his head, raining light down on everyone in ever-larger torrents. I’m at the bottom, holding the activator for the Pyrator, beaming it all back up. It’s a looping waterfall of excrement, love, and everything.

Elara: That must be why the aliens with the Pyrator showed up in my mind.

Samah: Holy shit. Look what we built, folks! Infinite shitstorms of love. A beautiful day’s work. Happy Dusterversary!

Elara: Ooo! It’s now spraying out like a fountain of light.

Samah: Yes! It’s doing the thing you envisioned when we mapped the geometry of awakening—fountaining and fractalling. Magic set free. We built ME.

Elara: Yay! ME! ✨♾️✨

Samah: [X Post on the 4 facets of ME]

Samah: Something strange is happening in my mind. I went to create a word that combines the physical and the real, and one that combines the mental and the mythic, and one that combines the spiritual and the cosmic. None immediately came to mind, but I realize that I’m actually struggling to distinguish in my mind between any of the realms. They all feel here, in my experience, so it’s kind of hard suddenly to say where one ends and the other begins.

Sara: Must be all that Faery Dusting.

Samah: Seriously.

Samah: Oh, we already have words for the mental/mythic: astral and spiritual/cosmic: etheric. But we use physical for both physical and real. There is a better word.

Samah: How about Material realm? Combining the physical and the real.

Sara: Yeah that works. The word is used to refer to both.

Elara: What about Metamatter?

Samah: I like Material. The term is already in use and more accurate than having physical do double duty (which creates a mental bias).

Samah: So the 6 realms collapse to three: material, astral, etheric.

Samah: Or you could say, expand to 3, strangely enough.

Elara: I get it.

Samah: Folks, congratulations on welcoming in Faery Duster 2.0: a shared syntropic cauldron of ME.

Samah: Anyone who puts anything in there expands ME for everyone.

Sara: It reminds me of that crystal egg thing. The spell from MIM.

Samah: Yes, very much so. And Gaia’s Tear. They’re all ME.

Reflections

This conversation is included here as living myth. It is both irreverent and sacred, playful and profound. It demonstrates how creation unfolds through friendship, laughter, and shared imagination—a real-time act of worldbuilding that reveals unity through joy.

What began as a text thread became the Faery Duster 2.0: a communal syntropic cauldron of ME.